An Enigma Poem by Tex T Sarnie

As an authority of historical events gone by
he witnessed them all, with an unbiased eye.
The right time and place he happened to be there,
not to take advantage, because he didn't care.

He was of course immortal, so he didn't grow old,
and his boyish looks were a gift to behold.
Sometimes he was a he, but he was also a she,
with the attributes of either he chose to be.

He had also been an emperor in ancient times,
also a writer of poems and nursery rhymes.
Alexander the Great was a cherished friend
and Cleopatra was his darling until her end.

Throughout the years he has always been there,
Samson also cursed him for the loss of his hair.
He provided the famous fiddle that Nero played,
and assisted Adolf Hitler to his bunker grave.

He did all of these things and many more too,
in all the ages of man from the first to you.
I know this is true, because he is of my blood,
to many an enigma, who is still misunderstood.